One Sticky Night

"Justin, what the fuck are you doing?"

"I am making flan."

"You're making flan. That's nice.....What the fuck is flan?!"

"It's custard with a syrupy caramel topping."

"And the custard is made, how?"

"With milk, eggs, sugar, vanilla, and a touch of nutmeg."

"I'm gaining weight just thinking about it. And after you make this culinary nightmare, you expect me to eat it."

"Well, it is kinda sweet and I know you're not really into dessert, so I could eat it all by myself."

"Oh, so I get to watch while you gorge yourself on dessert."

"You could help me eat it."

"And how do I help you eat something that gooey looking?"

"You could be my very special plate. My very warm, sticky plate. Of course you'd have to cooperate."

"I'm intrigued. Just how do I cooperate."

"You get naked."

"I can do that."

"Lay down on the futon cushions, I wouldn't want to mess up the duvet."

"Good thinking."

"Then I take a little of the warm flan and spread it in your nice flat belly."

"Uh huh. And then what?"

"I lick it all off and of course I may want seconds."

"Hmm, I may just like flan."

"I thought you would."

"Do you think I could have some?"

"I'd share."

"Would you be my very warm sticky plate?"

"Oh yeah!"

"And you'd be a cooperative plate?"

"Very cooperative."

"So, is it done?"

"Almost, why don't you get naked and get the cushions ready. It needs to cool a little."

"And what do we do while it cools?"

"I'm sure you'll come up with something."

"Evil little boy."

"And you love me that way."

"Yeah, I do."

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